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May 2020
World is like a bewitching black hole
Having a kind of magnetic sensation,
Hustle and bustle along with forgery
Cost of lies and burden on poor soul,
Distinction, deprivation and destruction
All these three elements leads to;
Upcoming havoc calamity of chaos,
Rich will chase for an elegant things
Poor will chase hard to get some bread,
Social conventions are hard to understand
Victims are bound to learn patience;
Instead of seeking justice they suffer,
The world wasn't created to endure
It was meant to alleviate hardships
Written by
JASMINE  19/F/Pakistan
(19/F/Pakistan)   
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